#swirly anon

[swirlysmile]

Wondering if you please write where Jake "Hangman" Seresin and civilian shyreader are dating. The pilots and her best guy friend also a pilot (or navy seal or military) are playing truth or dare, like the pilots except her best friend dare her to sit on hangman lap, thinking he might ignore her or push her away but surprisingly to them he lets her and gives her lots of love and attention ♥️♥️♥️ just hardcore fluff

hope this is what you meant!

school just started so requests are going to take a little longer for me to get to. i’m sorry about that, hope you guys can be patient with me! ❤️

word count: 274

warnings; none

Can I Sit Here?

“Do it!” Your best friend says, his attempts of encouragement doing little to calm the swell

of anxiety in you. “He’s literally your boyfriend,” Phoenix says. “What’s the worst that could happen?” 

“Loaded question,” You reply, taking another swig of your beer. Jake was sitting on the other side of the beach, talking to Rooster, Coyote, and Payback. You’re about to start chomping on your nails, nervousness enveloping your every sense. He’s beaming; you don’t want to ruin that by completing this stupid dare. 

It’s days like these when you wish you hadn’t visited the Hard Deck that fateful Tuesday. Just two years ago, and if you had stopped yourself from going despite Penny’s nagging, you’d be fine.

You’re shaking. You’ve never been close with Coyote, Rooster, or Payback for that matter.  You preferred to stick to your little friendship bubble with Specks, Bob, Fanboy, and Phoenix.

“Wish me luck.” You whisper to the group, downing the rest of your drink. Specks gives you an encouraging pat on the back and a little push. 

“Can I sit here?” You ask, making sure to speak into his head in case the answer is less than ideal. You’re prepared for the worst, voices in your head telling you to turn the other way, run into the ocean and never look back.

Surprisingly, Jake doesn’t even turn his head, pulling you into his lap without a second thought. He wraps his arms around you securely, placing his head on your shoulder (but only after pressing a gentle kiss into the back of your neck!). 

You relax in his arms, and Specks sends you a cheeky thumbs up.

#hangman x reader #hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #hangman #hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #swirly writes #swirly anon

[agere-pngs]

yay! then may i request some marcel the shell pngs? - swirly 🍥💫

Yep ! Pls enjoy :3

#not pngs #requests #swirly anon

[domirine]

wonder girl 🌸💗🎀🍥🩰🦩💕🍧🍭

#trish una #for anon and for #garbagefemme #jjba #art #she's such a sunny character to draw trish your swirly ice cream hair heal me

[frnkiebby]

921... Thank you

another polite anon, you guys are precious~🎃

(the game)

#no.921 in the total frimage album #my two polite anons are making smile you guys are adorable #have some swirly guitar frankie with The Face™️ #frnkiebby #anon #frnkiebby’s asks game #frank iero #mcr #frnkiero #mcrmy #frnkie #mcr5 #my chemical romance #my chem #ilhsm

[real-total-drama-takes]

Total drama characters are literally MLP Fluttershy-DJ Twilight-Noah Rarity-Justin Pinkie Pie-Izzy Rainbow Dash and Applejack are up for debate because i have ideas but idk which one is good 👍 - ⏇

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#total drama #swirly t anon

[journey-to-the-attic]

in the mafia au ik gets kidnapped by a rival organisation but is super unphased and just being a sweetheart like usual to the gang members

and the brothers are all going on a rampage but then they get a call and it goes like

rival leader: we have your child

lucifer: touch a hair on her head and i'll-

rival leader: no she's fine we gave her some chocolate, can you come pick her up

lucifer: .......what

rival leader: she's making us all cry and question all our life decisions

lucifer: this isn't 'father' making a threat?

rival leader: i'm going to become a painter

imagine being the rival leader in this situation... FINALLY you have a one up on that stupid gang who's pulling literally all the strings in your area, and just as you think 'haha now we're on the up and up!', your deputy comes rushing in like "boss the hostage gave jerry a flashback to his childhood days and made him cry what do we do"

suddenly you can understand why that gang ended up so attached to some random civilian kid off the streets in the first place...

#answering asks #anon asks #jtta aus #this is such a silly little scenario i love it #they send ik back and they have no metric for how to treat kids of varying ages #so they've left her with a stuffed toy and one of those massive swirly lollipops #that's probably how the brothers were at first too #lucifer brings ik to their base bc they ran into some thugs and leaves them to supervise while he deals with said thugs #(this is ik's first time meeting her new friend's brothers) #and they're either like 'hey little friend do you wanna do some colouring' or '...........so do you want a smoke or' #no in between

[glitchysquidd]

Don’t mind me, just sneaking back into the anon basement I just wanna see how things are and then I’ll crawl back out

- totally not s the anon or square the anon

staring at you.

#anon ask #s anon #square anon #swirly fren

[kazachi69]

Someone I know just called you a himbo-

Swirly, explain

What's a himbo?

#anon ask #swirly the lemon

[mspaint-turtles]

DO YOU,,,, NOT HAVE A HEAD??? IS IT JUST PURE BONE? OR WAS THE shaking my skull THING AN INSIDE JOKE ALSO SO TRUE, the song is a multilevel crack result yet I love it v v much

-🌀(swirly ✨️)

skin holds you back. become skull.

#BUT THE UH. skull thing isnt an inside joke i just say it when im too lazy to say head #even though skull is a longer word #asks #🌀 anon #SWIRLY!!!

[swirly-lemonade]

In Minecraft, have you ever like. Idk,, 'married' something strange? Tbh it'd all be strange, but still. I just wanna know cus I just remembered when I fake married a drowned and then divorced it and had a trident battle for custody—

Uh kinda I got married to an endermen at one point and his name was toby and like I made him a whole story and shit because the endermen in my old minecraft world wouldn’t attack me for some reason and I also had zombie piglin kids and when ever we travelled far from spawn we would say it’s tobys day with the kids

#random #rambling #ask #anon ask #ghost asked #I had three kids that were piglins #the first was named raspberry #the second was mango #the third was lemonade #and then I have internet adopted kids too #I have old art of tody and swirly I think

[thedamesdrains]

Tgirls are fiving

Giving other tgirls swirlings!!!

Hell yeah! It's a tgirl swirlying tgirl world out there... gods know I'm at the bottom of that totem pole...

#ask #anon #swirly #kobbleyips

[swirlysmile]

Hi! I've been thinking about this idea so if you like you can write about it🤗: reader ejects during a practice for the mission and has to spend the night at the infirmary just in case, worried trying to hide it hangman goes to see her and ends up staying (not dating yet, they go back and forth with silly fights but already have feelings for the other), reader tries to play it cool like it was nothing but maybe he tries to make her laugh to cheer her up if you want?

changed it up a little, forgive me 🥲 still stuck to the general idea, so hope you like it!!

word count: 2k

warnings; mentions of ejections, dangerous situations, some swearing, slightly OOC hangman

Eject, Eject

You wish you weren’t here right now, but you also felt incredibly blessed to not have a WSO with you. 

Right now, your plane was rapidly descending. Engine recovery measures were failing, and at this point you were too far in to give up. 

“Left engine failure,” you speak, trying to keep a level tone. You knew that if you panicked, everybody else would. 

Murmurs of instructions were being blasted in your ears through the comms, but none of them really hit until Maverick said “If you eject any later, you’ll die!” 

You’re already almost to 500 feet, making ejection more dangerous than it would have been if you’d listened the first time.

That cleared your conscience enough to make you notice what a low altitude you were at. 

The jet was screaming at you to pull up- and your co-workers were screaming at you to eject. 

You finally got it in your head that there was no saving this plane, so you reached down to grasp the handles and pulled upwards.  

You manage to open your eyes just in time to see the main event- your F-18 drop into the mountainside. The ringing in your ears tells you that it didn’t sound as cool as it looked.

You’re sure that your slightly limp body floating down from the sky missed the mark too.

The other pilots are celebrating from their huddle by the radio after Maverick confirms he saw a parachute.

You’re barely conscious after your landing. You're close enough to the ruins of your F-18 that the fumes are really starting to get to your head, and the wreckage doesn’t smell very good. 

Your vision goes a little dark, then you hear the sounds of a sweet sweet rescue helicopter. 

After that, you’re out.

There's sounds of beeping, a few monitors hooked up to you, and a whole lot of headache. Other than that, you feel great, Nothing broken, and hopefully nothing of note. 

“They’re keeping you in for the night to monitor you,” Maverick says and you can’t help but groan. 

They haven’t found anything wrong, what could change in a night? 

Apparently lots, but that’s besides the point.

You’re passed out again for maybe fifteen minutes, the click of the door opening awakening you. 

“Bagman,” you deadpan, and he gives a mock two finger salute. 

“Dammit, you’re not dead. Thought I was going to slide into the number one spot.” 

“Alive and well, thanks for your concern.” 

Hangman is happy that Coyote isn’t present, or he’d expect some ‘Oh, he was concerned alright’ comment, exposing him in his lies. He walks over to one of the chairs by the springy hospital bed and happily takes a seat.

“What’s new?” 

“These lovely tubes, the soothing beeps, and this military issued bed that’s actually a little comfortable.” 

He grins at that last one, knowing the pain of springy bunk beds all too well. Honestly though, he’s just glad you’re alive, and he’s a man on a mission, a mission to get you out of here as soon as possible. Maverick didn’t tell him much, so he had no idea how long you’d be in the hospital.

“I don’t know, it looks a little small,” 

“You say that as if the gymnastic mats we get are any bigger.” You scoff jokingly, and he grins again.

Normally, Hangman is all talk and it’s hard to enjoy being with someone like that. His mere -measly- little presence is enough to make you roll your eyes, especially when he says something that’s completely dicked. Now, he’s letting his ego deflate a little, and he’s convincing himself that it’s because he’s caught you in a moment of weakness. Hangman has already won, what more does he need to do? 

Coyote would disagree.

He’s shaking his head a little, eyes closed. 

“Ah man, you kill me. You really do.” 

“Finally.” 

“Still a dick, even on your deathbed.”

“We both know you’d be worse, Seresin.” 

He can’t even argue, because he most definitely would be worse. He’s imagining what he’d do in that situation, and he’d probably be happy that he beat a fellow pilot to inevitable demise. If he can win at anything, he’ll take it.

He’s smiling, that stupid cocky little smile that he always does, but maybe less arrogance written on his face than usual. It’s replaced by a bit of joy. 

“So, why’d you come?” You say, and his head starts to spin. He’s trying to think of excuses, but it doesn’t really work so he just settles on telling you the truth. “I don’t know, I was worried I guess.” 

You roll your eyes at that one. 

“I am honored that you in all your glory, Lieutenant, would worry about me.”

“You’re high ranking in my heart,” He says, and that makes your face go a little red. You blame it on the fact that you tried to hold the laughter in. He can’t help but laugh with you, partially at his own stupidity, and partially out of happiness. He did complete his ‘mission’ after all. You’re grinning, and clutching your chest while trying to regain your breath. 

“Feeling better already?” He questions

“Definitely. Just being around you has cured me of all my ailments.” 

“Laughter is the best medicine,” 

You’re expecting him to leave at any moment now- thinking he came in just to push your buttons a little bit to your surprise, he stays. He keeps talking to

you- and it’s one of those rare cases where you actually enjoy talking to Jake.

Who knew that all it would take to make Hangman a pleasant presence is a near death experience? 

“I was scared,” you admit, and Hangman’s eyes widened a little bit. You weren’t expecting to tell him that- you weren’t expecting to tell anyone that, but after a few hours of talking it just spilled out. It wasn’t unlike much of the other word vomit you’d shared. “It’d take one crazy son of a bitch not to be scared.” Jake says, and you smile meekly. It’s almost as if he’s admitting something himself. 

The hospital staff practically has to kick him out because now he’s just talking to you about nothing in particular, and the weirdest part about it is he can’t stop- maybe he’s setting the scene, telling you about how your friends were worried (but he was completely cool, calm, and collected) when your engine failed. Maybe he’s telling you about the celebration when Mav announced the sight of a parachute- or he’s just telling you about how the rest of training went. 

He’s being honest, telling you about how he felt throughout the day, but he leaves out his feelings on the engine malfunction. 

It feels oddly vulnerable and new to him, and he’s not sure he’ll ever tell anyone how scared and helpless he felt.

When he leaves though, he leaves you with a wave and a small smile, and your heart rate begins to go a little faster- the monitor exposing you.

“Hey hey hey! You about gave me a heart attack yesterday,” Phoenix says, greeting you in all of your un-hospitalized glory. You give her a grin as the rest of your fellow pilots come up to say hi. 

One person hangs back, Hangman. 

He’s thinking he already talked to you enough. He spent hours in the hospital, and he’s hoping that you aren’t going to say anything. He’d be in for some mocking ‘jokes’ from Bradshaw if that were the case. His little charade is ongoing until you pop up next to him and make an off handed comment about his appearance, something like “Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” and then the teasing begins.  

He’s geared up, getting ready to fly the course for this super special mission when Coyote pops up next to him. Hangman is internally groaning. If anybody is going to say some ego-bruising, self-image shattering comment, it’s Coyote. Then he just stares at Jake- “Man, you’re whipped.” 

Jake stares back incredulously. Whipped isn’t a word he would even think could be used to describe him, but he stays silent.

“Man, I knew it!” He says, and he’s hitting Jake on the back. 

“No way in hell am I ‘whipped’” He says, adding in finger quotes for that extra bit of emphasis. 

“You can tell yourself that all you want, Hang. We all know it’s true, and it’s a matter of time before you realize. Before she realizes.” Rooster adds, walking into the room. 

“Shut up Bradshaw.” 

Hangman rolls his eyes, finishes zipping up his flight suit, and leaves. 

Maverick immediately knows something is up. Hangman’s usual instinct to fly fast hasn’t kicked in- he’s actually doing pretty well, as far as not “crashing” into walls goes. He’s about halfway through the course when it finally hits him, and he can’t control his flying as well as usual. His head is a bit cloudy, and he isn’t focusing on the track in his nav system. 

He almost goes headfirst into one of the canyon walls, narrowly avoiding it by pulling up into “SAM territory”. 

“Hangman, you’re dead.” He hears, and he curses. He knows that Maverick is going to scold him, and frankly, he isn’t in the mood. The worst part about it all though? Bradshaw did better than him.

“Why are you dead?” 

“I don’t know, sir.” He says, answering semi-honestly. He’s not going to expose himself to the rest of the class, but he also isn’t entirely sure why he ‘died’. 

“That’s not good enough. Why are you dead?” 

“I pulled up to avoid hitting a wall.”

“Why were you going to hit the wall in the first place?” 

“I don’t know, sir.” 

Maverick just sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose and stops talking. The room is eerily silent until he tells the next pilots to get moving, and says “Seresin, come here.” 

You can't make out what Maverick says, other than a whisper of “What’s got you so distracted, kid?” 

You’re watching them intently when Hangman finally sits back down, and Maverick turns his attention back to the simulated course on screen. 

When the last group of failures gets back, everyone’s gone in the air and Captain Mitchell is not having any of it. 

“I suggest all of you get over whatever is distracting you and learn to fly the damn course! Dismissed.”

When you leave base, your head is pounding. Getting yelled at is never fun, and in light of recent events, it makes it worse. Not that you’re not used to yelling- The Navy is a whole lot of yelling. You, logically, know Maverick means well, but damn that was harsh, especially since the spiel was directed at Hangman. 

He washes his face, and body, with cold water but the shower does little to ease his racing mind. Then, he gets the bright idea to get it out of his system in the form of a confession. 

You hear the pounding on the door of your military-issued housing and you groan. The door opens with a loud screech, and you’re surprised to find Jake Seresin standing outside, hair still wet. 

“Seresin, what can I do for you?” You say with a smile, and sure, if this had been 3 days earlier you definitely would have told home to go home, or get lost. The turn around shocked even you, all because of a hospital visit. 

“Hear me out on this one, I really like you a lot and I think that’s why I came to the hospital. I was really scared, and I tried not to tell you about how I felt but…” At this point, you’re zoned out. His lips keep moving, and you keep staring at them. “When are you going to kiss me?” He hears, cutting through his rant. It takes you a moment to realize you’ve said it aloud, but you definitely notice when Jake's eyes are wide open, glued to your lips too.

It’s the first time in a long time that he’s felt nervous about kissing someone, so he’s glad when you tug the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you. 

“Fina-fucking-ly” you say, and he laughs a little bit, chasing your lips again.

#hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin #jake ‘hangman’ seresin #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fic #top gun maverick fic #swirly writes #swirly anon #request #constructive criticism #constructive criticism welcome

[kithtaehyung]

i have no self control and read the whole thing before having to sit down for an hour for a production and i thought about busted the whole fucking time. IM NOT OKAY ALRIGHT it was so good babe i’m so sick rn i cannot function so i’m gonna read it again before the next show. you did so good on this chapter, you’re just an amazing perfect lovely beautiful angel - 🧍🏽‍♀️

AHH thank you so so much!! you read the whole thing in time? that’s impressive LOL but i’m glad you enjoyed it🥺

thank you for the wonderful words<3 hope the productions were still super fun!

#i’m still swirly eyed y’all adlkakjs #the plan was to get to feedback last night but i was too drained #maybe today! #🧍🏽‍♀️ anon #asks:3tan #3tan10 #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[sillystanleystuff]

I heard their were shapes joining this party?

-square anon and totally not swirly

Indeed.

#square anon ask #definitely not swirly btw

[tethered-heartstrings]

sorry spit guy back i think it's because it was actually pretty in character. like a lot of times idk it feels off to me, too "cheesy" if that even makes sense. it's so dramatic. wait that's it actually.

the guys that eat people and tried killing eachother would obviously be down with spit. that's nothing for them really.

and seeing written out like it's just another thing they do was i think what i enjoyed. it wasn't really overplayed

Thank you so much! That is really nice to hear. I am glad it read in character and that you enjoyed it. It was definitely fun to write and to experiment with that side of their relationship for the first time.

What's a little spit among cannibals, am I right?

#please know you are 'spit guy/anon' in my head forever now. whoever you are. and I mean that as a compliment #i appreciate you saying all this and I am keeping this comment in my pocket #also do not apologize your last ask was perfection and one of the best things I could hear after posting my first smut hahaha #spinning around in a swirly chair really fast and kicking my feet #spit anon #<- you've been made official #the curious clown #also please ignore all the cheesy fluff I wrote for my first fic ooop

[kurtsworld9619]

hello vro ❤️

hii 💙

#Sorry I think I’m missing something with the vro but I love the swirly text and the heart and u saying hi to me n stuff 😔❤️ <3 #anon